"What did you just say?" she demanded, her voice sharp enough to draw blood from concepts.
Not asking Origin Ama Gias. Not the stupidly dazed Duke Gwendolyn who had her memories of Noah flsshing in her mind again and again.
It was as if she was asking existence itself, demanding clarification from reality before she did something catastrophically violent. At most, it had been whispers and jokes before, but now, they seemingly affirmed it as if it were undoutedly real!
Her mind was racing…Noah could see it in the way her authority pulsed, the way space around her began crystallizing with frost that shouldn't exist in this region. She was processing, calculating, reaching conclusions that terrified her.
All remaining Early Creatures are Dead or Prime Dead Early Creatures.
This was was Tatiana herself had said.
It seemed the people of The First Farmer knew this as well.
If someone claimed to be an Early Creature who wasn't Dead or Prime Dead...
